The central character in Joy Robertson’s Days After Bourke.
Corynnia Station, a working sheep station in the Australian outback, stands as a central character in Joy Robertson’s Days After Bourke – a Bushwoman’s True Story. When the protagonists arrive, they find the farm in a state of disrepair—run down and struggling to cope with the harsh elements of the outback.
In dedicating a significant portion of her book to Corynnia Station, Robertson highlights its unique charm and the profound impact of the outback on those who inhabit it. Corynnia Station is a compelling reminder of the challenges and beauty of rural life, making it an unforgettable element of Days After Bourke.
Here are excerpts from the book:
After a makeshift tea we started to clean the kitchen up. No matter what men say the kitchen is the hub of any house and it had to be put to rights straight away. If the men aren’t fed properly, they cannot be expected to work.
We made our beds in a couple of the rooms and fell into bed exhausted. What a big day we’ve had! I cried during that first night partly from sheer weariness but also from thinking about what we had left behind. Next morning I walked around the verandah of the house and all I could see was sand and couldn’t see beyond it.
Ohh! What a mess! No wonder Mr. Crawford had doubled Jim’s salary.
Jim went to Carrathool early next morning to take the caretaker into town and while he was gone the boys and I wandered around outside. The landscape reminded me of pictures I’d seen of the war when our men were fighting in Egypt or other desert areas. Sand and more sand.
Jim was to take Bluey back to school a few days later and said that while he was in Hay he would make arrangements with a contractor to get rid of the sand in the yard and also get someone to look for water. The water situation was critical as the old bore at the homestead was caving in and needed replacing. The only water we had at the house was 3 rainwater tanks and they were full of frogs!
The house yard by the look of it had at one time had a 7- or 8-foot-high saltbush hedge down its western and southern sides. Jim was able to get a man with teams of horses that did delving who said that they could shift the sand. It took over two weeks for the two teams to pull all that sand out. The teamsters saved as much of the saltbush hedge as they could and later, we were able to replant the gaps. Jim wanted the sand spread over the area outside the homestead yard instead of just being piled up outside. In time it just sort of disappeared the biggest quarterly wins I’ve ever seen were at Corynnia.
They would be over 100 yards across and hundreds of feet high. We were told to keep away from them. They became less as the seasons improved and things weren’t quite so dry period the Crawfords had also bought a neighbouring place called Glenorie and made it part of Corynnia. That extended the total grazing area but it was still not as big as Toogimbie.
The boring contractors had to drill to 300 feet through very fine sand before striking water and had to put on sand filters to stop the pump from picking up sand while it was pumping. A new mill was erected and a big ground tank and a high overhead tank were built. What a big job! The high one was for the house and garden and the other one was for stock. The water was plentiful and I was keen to start shaping the garden.
One of the first things we had to do after settling in was to sort out the multitude of wild cats that were living around the house area. There must have been over a hundred in all. They were everywhere, all colors sizes and sexes. There wasn’t any wildlife left around this area with such a mob of cats running loose. Jim was able to clean them out with a lot of shooting. We were not going to keep even one! Jim asked Dalgetys in Hay if they knew of any suitable workers and two weeks later he received a telegram saying a family of three workers would be arriving from Melbourne. There was Frank the father Pat his daughter and a sturdy son called Kevin. Pat was to help me in the house and with the cooking. Kevin was the groom and Frank the handyman. They lived in a cottage just off the quarters. Jim was able to buy 2 Nissen sheds from army disposals and planned to use one for storing machinery and vehicles. There were two old wooden sheds out the back and one was pulled down to make room for the first Nissens. Much later the other one was put up for hay and grain storage when farming was commenced on the northern part of the property.
After Christmas Bluey wasn’t ready to go on to high school and he hadn’t done very well in Hay. I put him on correspondence with Alan and he repeated 6th class period. Having Pat to help with the cooking meant I was able to spend more time with the boys on their lessons and we saw some marked improvement. I was also able to devote more time to the house and garden. The correspondence lessons sent fortnightly from Sydney were very interesting. They arrived via the mailman and when finished were sent back to the school. The only trouble I’ve found was actually keeping the boys in the classroom as there seemed to be so much going on around the place. If it wasn’t a broken-winged bird it was a lamb or our pet crow. This crow delighted in walking around the flower garden chopping off flower heads and dropping them to the ground. We also had a greyhound that someone dumped on the place and this was another distraction. Her owners had cut the tips of her ears; But why? Jim said that she must have become too hot to run anymore in Griffith as at that time it was a practice to dope dogs for racing and then bleed them afterwards by nicking the tips of the ears. In time the ears became quite marked. Little did her owners know when they left her in the bush that she would be found by my Bluey! They picked the one boy that would do anything for her. He thought the world of her.
She became known as Lady, Lassie or Sally. She would answer to any of those names. When she first turned up she had a big yellow pup with her but the men did away with it. Jim was quite happy to keep Sally because he had never had a pet dog and he thought it would be good for the boys to have a dog with them about the place.
Some days they would go out chasing kangaroos with Sally. She wouldn’t go for the last one as they took off across the paddock, but always went for the big one in the lead. By the time the boys could catch up with her on foot, she would have killed it. They would drag the kangaroo home the best way they could and the boys always wished she would pick one of the smaller ones towards the rear instead of the leader. Usually one of the men would cut it up to feed all the dogs.
One time Sally and I locked horns.
The boys were supposed to be having a rest on a couple of beds out near their school room but there seemed to be a lot of noise coming from that direction. It only settled down when I sang out but it wasn’t long before it started up again. I crept out to see what was going on, and there was Sally on the bed and under the covers with Bluey. I saw red and went out wielding a straw broom. Did she jump! She took off from under the covers when I hit the bed and flew straight out through the gauze on the veranda taking out a whole section.
Bluey jumped when I hit him with a broom and Allen dived under his bed and stayed there. It wasn’t the poor dog’s fault really and it took ages for me to get near her again. At times while the boys were out hunting, they’d come across rocks in little heaps and wonder what they were there for. The heaps usually showed up on some of the big clay pans that were made from the results of the big droughts and dust storms some years before. Jim explained that the small heaps of rocks, usually two or three together, where aboriginal burial sites, and the boys were not to touch them.
